Neil, Kevin, Edward & Kim

and Sandy, Guy, Casey, Colleen and Marilyn

I have my burnt father in what is essentially a large jar on my dresser - next to the dried lavender sticks and the incense. He’s waiting for me, I know it.

I feel pulled to him more often than I wish. Closet, gun. Closet, gun. Closet, gun.

I drink with photographs of my dead surrounding my bed.

I have some tiny part of what he was in blown glass I wear a…